Rebeck took it and looked at the business card with only a name and a mobile phone number, and was not surprised at all.
He was still impressed by Luke.
Knocking down two armed robbers with a frying pan is not something that everyone can do.
By doing this, Luke not only saved Private Nash, but also released him from the cold storage. Rebeck must remember this favor.
Otherwise, if no one released Rebeck, he would have frozen to death in the cold storage.
He was able to go on a killing spree in the back tonight and finally sank the submarine equipped with a nuclear warhead Tomahawk with one shot. He really has to thank this young man.
With a slight nod, he accepted the invitation and walked away, chatting with a few seals around him.
After Rebeck left, Flagg said to Luke, "Why are you here?"
He knew all of Luke's information, and even some confidential information.
Logically, Luke, the Los Angeles police detective, would not appear here.
Luke helplessly signaled with his eyes: "Personal request."
Flag looked at the three beauties not far behind him: "That blonde beauty?" He felt that this girl seemed to be of the right age.
Luke shook his head slightly. “It was that great singer Sheila. She offered me an irresistible price.”
He had no intention of keeping this a secret.
The compensation that Sheila gave him must be deposited in the bank, and it is not illegal.
Flagg looked strange: "Are you serious? One hundred thousand or two hundred thousand?"
For someone who can capture a monster like Jason alive on his own and serve as temporary security for money, the price must be high.
Luke rolled his eyes. "Six hours, ten thousand dollars. I can't even make that much a month before taxes!"
Flag groaned and was speechless.
With that said, $10,000 is hard to refuse.
His own regular income is only more than 10,000 yuan a month. If he really can earn 10,000 yuan in six hours, he would be a little tempted.
Of course, Luke was at a loss tonight when he encountered something like this.
He also had things to do, and these few words of small talk were enough for him to confirm the basic situation. He just said: "I have things to do, I'm leaving now."
Luke nodded without asking for help.
This Flagg was not very friendly to him and was not as easy to talk to as Rebeck.
However, with the beauty of Sheila and Taylor, and the help of the shady cook Rebeck, Luke and his three companions were put on a helicopter in twenty minutes and flew back to the military airport.
As soon as they got off the plane, the four people were separated into four separate rooms for questioning.
When Luke saw the two people coming in with stern faces, he was not panicked, but instead showed an interested look.
The behavior of these two people doesn't seem like that of military personnel, nor like that of the FBI. They seem more like... the CIA
For such professionals, Luke doesn't need to show off his acting skills or act like an ignorant boy.
In that case, when people take out his file and take a look, they will suspect that there is something wrong with him.
The two men did not introduce their specific identities, but simply said they were investigators, and then began to question repeatedly.
Luke had already researched this kind of inquiry.
Many of the guys he killed were professionals.
The more complex the lie, the more thought it requires and the more loopholes it has.
It is basically impossible to describe all the specific details as if they were real.
But it is not difficult for Luke now to simplify a process and make himself believe it.
After asking him for a while, the one who rarely spoke suddenly asked, "Detective Luke Coulson, as the most capable detective in the West Los Angeles Police Department, do you think it's reasonable that you have such a vague memory of what happened on the deck?"
Luke laughed and scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Well... I prefer to do it myself."
The two investigators looked at each other in confusion, and it took them a moment to come to their senses: So what this guy meant was that he doesn't really like to use his brain
The two of them couldn't help but look at the information of the person who had just been retrieved.
Well, shoot, shoot, shoot...
Well! Most of the credits of this detective Luke came from killing gang members in several major cases.
Of course, it would be ridiculous to conclude that the young detective was brainless.
But he doesn't really need to use his brain. He just relies on his good marksmanship, agility, courage, and ruthlessness to rush forward and kill all the gangsters, and the case will be solved!
There is nothing wrong with this! … No wonder!
This guy's crime-solving rate is usually quite astonishing. How could he solve a case so quickly without any brains
It was the man who rarely asked questions who spoke up: "But your crime solving rate ranks first in the West District Serious Crime Squad. How did you do that?"
Luke looked strange: "Intuition."
The two people on the opposite side: ... Are you kidding us
Luke still had a warm smile on his face: "Like now, I know that you two came here overnight. This..."
He looked at the main person who was asking, "You were so anxious that you didn't even have time to zip up your pants before you went on the mission."
The man was startled and subconsciously touched his crotch. Sure enough, he felt the open zipper. He was immediately embarrassed and his hand moved up and down under his crotch silently, ending this embarrassing topic.
Luke looked at the one who asked the least questions and said, "And this gentleman, you were woken up while you were sleeping, and you even buttoned your shirt wrong."
He looked down unconsciously and covered his suit awkwardly.
This was an emergency mission. He was called in the middle of the night and was getting dressed while going out. He didn't have time to check his buttons.
Luke spread his hands. "But it's not because I'm careful that I noticed these little things. It's because I have a more sensitive vision. It's a gift. I can use this gift to solve cases, and it's not surprising that I have achieved some small successes. In fact, I've never been good at logical reasoning, which requires thinking. Compared to thinking, hands-on work is more suitable for me."
The two investigators remained silent.
Luke's situation is not uncommon, he is just that kind of talented player.
Talent is something that is difficult to explain.
As elite investigators, they have seen many strange people and things, and Luke's situation is not uncommon.
But these two were professionals, so Luke certainly wouldn't be let off so easily.
The one who rarely asked questions spoke again: "Then why didn't you take action this time? You said you only knocked out two armed robbers, and then you didn't fire a single shot, and didn't kill anyone. Is that possible?"
Luke spread his hands. "I usually carry out missions with the support of tens of thousands of Los Angeles police officers. But on this warship, I am alone and have to consider the safety of three women. How dare I attract the attention of the criminals? Do you think I am such a fool?"
The two were speechless.
Things like home and away games will certainly have an impact on the battle, not to mention that there are three burdens following them.